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We are Madds and Margot.

We do stuff, write things and take photos.

Everything here is our own


there are bruises on my breasts,
on my thighs,
my throat.

there are bruises on my eyelids,
on my lungs, 
and on my heart.

there are bruises wherever you touched me,
your blackened fingers like ash on stone.



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